Donna Louise here deciding which of the ugly pieces about decorating the graves to tell. Oh, what’s the point? I’ll tell them both.

I don’t know how many of you have driven on cemetery roads in the U.S. Hardly wide enough for one car to negotiate, these lanes wind through the different sections with ninety degree angles where two lanes intersect. The design forces most people to drive slowly and carefully.

The police took off like bats out of hell, a curious cliche. One car headed down the hill to the Lake of Reflection, apparently to cut off the escape route. The other sped along the upper road toward the Calvary Hill section where the thieves’ car was parked.

In a scene reminiscent of a Keystone Cops movie, the car speeding down the hill hit a speed bump which launched the vehicle into the air. The arc of the rise and fall was beautiful. The lake swallowed the police in one huge gulp. The swans honked and fluttered about in dismay.

The other car was okay on the straight-away, but when the road intersected another one at the end of the Hill of Golgotha section, which is next to Calvary Hill, the police vehicle missed the turn, took out three headstones and rammed into the giant oak under which Papa had wanted to rest in peace forever. The tree shuddered, made a loud cracking sound, and fell over. Mama would be pleased to know that she was saved from that tree falling on her.

In the meantime the plastic flower thieves had scattered. Their mother drove to the entrance of the cemetery collecting her children at various points along the way out. With everyone safely in the car, she pulled out onto the busy street and vanished.

The police officers crawled out of the lake, soaked, but okay. The officers who’d hit the tree took a little longer to disengage themselves from the airbags which had deployed and from their seatbelts, but they appeared to be fine.

The whole “chase and crash” scenario had disrupted the peacefulness. Soon an ambulance, fire truck, paddy wagon, tow trucks and an assortment of police vehicles arrived. The place filled with the noise of emergencies.

I collected my tools and was just about to leave when the ugliest thing happened, but I’m out of time for today’s post. Sorry.

Crazie, not today. The sun has not shown once since I sprang out of bed and started my day. Even though the weatherpeople have forecast sunny skies and a high in the low 70s, I don’t see it happening. I will, however, take my straw hat with me when I go grocery shopping today–just in case.

At the cemetery on Monday, when all these things happened, I had left my straw hat in the car while I tended the grave. I thought a little sun wouldn’t be a bad thing.

I must admit that in my younger days I liked a golden brown complexion for the summer. As Mama said, “Moisturize, moisturize, moisterize.” And I did which is why (along with Monica’s help) that my skin looks for beautiful and fresh.

Visited Aunt Betty Lou on Saturday. I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk outside. Her eyes got big and she said “Are you crazy?” Then I explained that I’d be walking and she’d be riding in her wheelchair. She thought that would be a good idea.